Vaisey's owl arrived around the time that Audrey and Will were returning home from the Seedy--having skipped the event at his family's estate as the club was more important and no one particularly wanted them there anyway. She had, of course, gone directly to St. Mungo's and had been curled up in what she'd transfigured into a fairly comfortable armchair, napping on and off, ever since the Healers had let her into the room.
She was worried for her cousin, of course, but she was also annoyed. First and foremost, she was livid at John Rosier. But she also knew that if Tracey spent less time letting bastardly pureblood males take advantage of her, this wouldn't have happened. Tracey was too smart, too damned smart and too damned beautiful, to put herself in situations like this and Audrey had had about enough.
"When you wake up you are in so much trouble," she grumbled, shifting to a new position.